Page 16 of Sexpresso Night

“Relax.”

She made a little snorting noise that amused him. “As if.”

He reached for her waist with both hands and dragged his hands down her sides to her hips, held her as he licked again. And again. His tongue found her clit and teased it, but he didn’t want to make her come. Yet.

He lifted his head to make sure she still held onto the bed.

“I want to fuck you from behind.” His voice thickened with arousal. “I want to fuck you so hard. Do you want that?” She moved her head against her arm, face hidden by hair. He wasn’t sure if that was agreement or not, but the way she lifted her ass toward him, he was going to go with hell yeah, she wanted it.

His cock thrust out in front of him, hard again, more than hard, engorged, and his balls drew up painfully tight. He fisted his cock, gave it a couple of hard tugs, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he fought for control. Control. It was all about control.

With her, it was like the ultimate challenge because all he wanted to do was let go and ravish her like an animal. What was it about her that tested him like that?

Control. Deep breath.

He sat back on his knees, cupped his balls and caressed them for a moment, dragging air into his burning lungs.

After several long breaths, Danya lifted her head and tried to turn to look at him. One hand came off the headboard.

And he laid another firm pat to her bottom.

She cried out and grabbed for the headboard again, but damn if her ass didn’t lift again.

“Again.” Her tortured cry was muffled by the duvet she had her face pressed into. “Oh God, please, again.”

His dick surged painfully. His blood sizzled through his veins, sweat gathered on his forehead and chest and he shuddered as he delivered another heated caress to her rosy ass.

He took care not to hit her too hard. She clearly liked it and even though he thought he was reading her right, better to err on the side of vanilla than to scare her off.

“Enough.” And he shoved her legs wider apart, grabbed another condom and rolled it on, then nudged at her entrance with the throbbing head of his cock.

* * *

Danya floated on an erotic haze of pleasure-pain, a high of wicked sensation, a sensual fog. Her ass heated and burned, her nerve endings on fire, body humming. Electric ecstasy sizzled through her veins.

Each fiery caress of Carter’s hand sent her higher, spinning out of her body, and as if from a distance she heard herself beg for more. Dear lord.

He was taking ownership of her body, and more than that, he was taking ownership of her soul.

How could she be feeling like this? He’d hit her. She should be stopping him. She’d sworn no man would ever hurt her again. But resolve and resistance fought a losing battle inside her as pleasure torched her body, flames licking at her, devouring her. Her pussy ached and dripped. And she lifted into his hand again.

Then she felt him lifting her hips, probing, pushing into her. She couldn’t see, face pressed to the bed, could only feel the big blunt head of his cock. She couldn’t hear above the roaring in her ears, and then she couldn’t even feel the softness of the duvet beneath her, almost as if she were floating above the bed.

This was it. This was what she’d wanted for so long. What she’d needed. He was pushing her to her limits, somehow knowing what those limits were, taking her right to the edge.

“Tight,” he muttered behind her. “So fucking tight and hot. Your pussy is pulling me in.”

His cock filled her, stretching her, the angle as he took her from behind different, intense, hitting a spot inside her that shot sparks through her body. She couldn’t hold back the noises that escaped her, small whimpers and cries of ecstasy as he filled her and withdrew, pumping into her in fast, ferocious strokes.

He kneed her legs farther apart, and a burning ache started in her hips that floated her higher.

“Please,” she begged, lifting her head. “I want to let go and touch myself.”

He pressed her shoulders back down to the mattress with a hand below her neck and held her there, sending a shock of ecstasy through her. “Yes. Touch yourself. Come for me, Danya.”

With a whimper of relief, she let go of the headboard and slid a hand beneath her, wriggling it down until she could reach between her legs. She dipped low, slicked up cream and found her clit, ultrasensitive and swollen. The two sensations—his cock inside her, her fingers on her clit—merged into one intense spiral of heat, a flame, burning hot, flickering high. She fucked him back with each stroke, lifting her ass into him.

“Yes,” she hissed, her face pressed against the bed. “Oh yes. Yes. Fuck me. Just…like…that.” And she cried out as she came, let the pleasure tear through her in violent, consuming waves.

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